Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

The water was gold
The pears awaited the allotment

The ocean is below
Rocks with waves crashing on them

Surfers have taken over
The town
Eating CHocloate ice cream and coffee
Resturant perched on a hill
The best expands
Into fibers of abundance
The sun comes down like honey
Bees everywhere
Says a prayer

Into fibers of abundance

thanks for a delicious poem very happy with it but thinking do i want to know what you meant by that?

Maybe